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The Voice Behind the Rain I can hear the rain. There is a quiet echo of a voice behind the rain, but I can’t tell where exactly it’s coming from. Slowly I open my eyes and see my mom, with tears in her eyes. She is calling my name over, and over, “Anna, Anna, wake up.” I begin to look around me now, there is shattered glass everywhere, and twisted metal. The steering …

…there, with tears in her eyes. She is calling my name over and over, “Anna, Anna, wake up.” I begin to look around me now. I see that I am in my bed, in my room, in my house. I reach up and give mom a hug. She is real. She looks at me softly and whispers, “Honey everything’s okay now, you just had a bad dream. It’s all over now…all over.”